It is not a mistress I have lost but half of myself, a soul for which my soul seems to have been made.

Often the prudent, far from making their destinies, succumb to them. -Francois

What then do you call your soul? What idea have you of it? You cannot of yourselves, without revelation, admit the existence within you of anything but a power unknown to you of feeling and thinking.

One day everything will be well, that is our hope. Everything's fine today, that is our illusion.

History consists of a series of accumulated imaginative inventions.

Ask a toad what is beauty....; he will answer that it is a female with two great round eyes coming out of her little head, a large flat head, a yellow belly and a brown back.

Give me the patience for the small things of life, courage for the great trials of life. Help me to do my best each day and then go to sleep knowing God is awake.